Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
I have walked the streets for hours, for days, for months. Walking to find answers to questions that I don't fully understand. If there are any answers in the photographs then I can't see them, I only imagine there might be. I can't say why I noticed this or that and what it represented to me, I just know I was there and I stopped briefly and then moved on.
Posted by andrew hillard at 10:42 PM
Saturday, November 28, 2015
In visual terms there has been nothing like photography in the history of the world.
There is no vocabulary for it, vocabulary has to do with painting.
Photography literally stops something dead, it's the death of the moment.
The second a picture is taken, that life is held, and stopped and over
That moment is over.
Posted by andrew hillard at 10:29 PM